Disclaimer: All right, you've probably heard a million of these, but you're
going to hear one more. I DON'T OWN SWEEP! Didn't think of it, didn't
write it, didn't help it in any other way than by reading it. This is just
a fan-fic. A twisted alter-version, from a twisted alter-me.
Enjoy!
** Oh! And I'm not very good at the points of view of characters, so I try not to torture you with them.
Well, it's only two days now before I leave. Goddess, what am I doing? Leaving my home, my family, and my friends, all to go baby-sit a powerful, but untrained witch. Well, I shouldn't be cruel. It's not baby-sitting, it's teaching, and it's not her fault she was dropped in the middle of it all. I should be happy I can help her, if I had someone to come help me when I was dropped in the middle of wicca, It would have been a LOT easier.
UHG! I shouldn't be foolish; I did have someone to help me, Hunter, he taught me everything I know I should be ecstatic to finally be able to help him. I hope I'm not just jealous of her. Oh goddess! I know I don't feel romantically towards him, but he's been like a…father to me, it's not fair that now he has another student, and on top of it, she's his soul mate. I know it. The way he talks of her it has to be.
Sam
BEEP! BEEP! She rolled over and slammed her hand down on the cursed alarm clock. Sitting up, she twisted it towards her, " AH! 7:30!?! I'm late!" With a groan, she pushed herself out of bed, twisting madly around trying to remember where she had put her clothes for today; most everything else was packed. " Shit Shit Shit! I'm gunna be LATE!" biting her thumbnail she took in a quick scan of her room. The sage down comforter on her ancient cherry four post bed the green checkered valances, and the white and cherry desk that her mom had stained.
"AH-HA! Found you! Rushing towards the old steamer trunk at the end of her bed, she picked up her clothes and ran for the bathroom down the hall.
"Samantha! Samantha Therese Abernath! Get down here this minute! You're going to be late!"
Uh-oh, she thought, full name, she must be mad. Stepping in front of the full-length mirror, she halted to inspect the damage.
Long, brown hair with the front ends pulled back and tied. The new burgundy blouse with the pretty jet buttons, with the midnight blue linen jumper. Black boots, and painfully childish white tights completed the outfit. "Whelp, this is as good as it's getting." She said with a sigh, just as the third and final call resonated from downstairs. "SAMANTHA!"
"Coming!" she yelled as she ran to the stair case, hopped the banister and came sliding down just as her mother reached the bottom step.
With a big grin she said, " Beat'cha." And laughed. Her mother, not being able to resist, unsuccessfully stifled a smile and tried not to look like she was amused. Too much.
"Ready for the air port Hun?" her mother countered, the smile being lost and tears threatening her eyes. She hated even letting her babies sleep over next door.
" As ready as I'll ever be." She said, giving her mom a meek smile and a hug.
" Alright then. Let's do this."
And with that, they headed for the airport.
Disclaimer: All right, you've probably heard a million of these, but you're going to hear one more. I DON'T OWN SWEEP! Didn't think of it, didn't write it, didn't help it in any other way than by reading it. This is just a fan-fic. A twisted alter-version, from a twisted alter-me.
Enjoy!
** Oh! And I'm not very good at the points of view of characters, so I try not to torture you with them.
Morgan knew it was hunter a split second before the phone rang," I'll get it!" She called out, almost to the phone by the first ring.
" Hi hunter, " She smiled and panted, a bit out of breath from the sudden sprint.
"Hello love, I have some good news for you."
" Your dad decided to come here, instead of making you go to Canada?" She blurted out sarcastically, regretting it the instant it came out.
" No, umm, I'm still going to Canada." He said, his voice growing quiet.
" I'm sorry, that was mean, what did you want to tell me?" Even though she was sad he was going, she understood his position.
" Oh, yes…my news.." he continued, again resuming his business-like air. " I wanted to tell you that my former student is coming. To visit and to help you with your natural and historical studies." He said, sounding pleased once again.
" Oh? A former student? I didn't know you thought." Once again, a layer of Hunter was stripped away as Morgan peeped into another part of his life he had kept secret. But it just managed to make her love him more.
" Yes, I did for a while actually. The council was having trouble finding her a mentor; she was so shy around most people that it hindered her magical ability. She's actually quite an adorable little thing, I can't wait to see her again."
" Wait. SHE ?!? Your student was a girl?" Morgan couldn't disguise the jealousy in her voice, nor did she want to.
With a small laugh, something he didn't do often, he said, " Morgan. Love, calm down. She just lately turned fourteen. She was but a small girl when I tutored her."
Morgan sighed, and relaxed her death grip on the phone. " So she's a young girl."
" Yes Morgan. Besides, even if she wasn't. I love you. You alone."
At that, Morgan smiled, he always knew how to melt her heart. " Ok, well, when is she coming?"
" She'll be here tomorrow, On the afternoon flight. I'll pick her up. And she's staying in Sky's room, since she's been gone and all, the room's empty, and it's only logical. And besides, it gives you two easy access to each other."
" Will she be going to school here, or is she only staying for a few weeks?" Morgan wasn't quite thrilled about the idea of her, but if Hunter was so fond of her, Morgan was sure she'd like her eventually too.
" Yes actually, she'll be enrolling in your school. She's a freshman, Mary K might like to meet her, they seem compatible. She'll be staying for 2 months, that leaves me one month before I'll be leaving for Canada, and I will have to spend a weekend over in Ireland, for her inundation. Being her teacher and all, it's customary."
One thing was still nagging at Morgan, " Hunter, why didn't her parents just teach her magic?"
Hunter paused a moment, then continued, " Her parents were from the sister community of the one Mave lived in. They fled the country, coming to America. But they figured that the dark wave was either tracking their power, or wanted it, or both. So they stripped themselves of their magic, and bound their children's until they thought they were out of danger. "
" Oh my god Hunter, that's so sad. I can't believe it. The sacrifice her parents made for them…" Morgan choked on her words and fell silent.
" I know, and the three of them, especially Sammy, they're just the most adorable things ever. I know you'll love her. "
" I know I'll love her too. But right now I have to go do trig. Homework." With a groan, and a farewell from Hunter, she returned to her work, thinking about what the next day would bring.
Enjoy!
** Oh! And I'm not very good at the points of view of characters, so I try not to torture you with them.
Well, it's only two days now before I leave. Goddess, what am I doing? Leaving my home, my family, and my friends, all to go baby-sit a powerful, but untrained witch. Well, I shouldn't be cruel. It's not baby-sitting, it's teaching, and it's not her fault she was dropped in the middle of it all. I should be happy I can help her, if I had someone to come help me when I was dropped in the middle of wicca, It would have been a LOT easier.
UHG! I shouldn't be foolish; I did have someone to help me, Hunter, he taught me everything I know I should be ecstatic to finally be able to help him. I hope I'm not just jealous of her. Oh goddess! I know I don't feel romantically towards him, but he's been like a…father to me, it's not fair that now he has another student, and on top of it, she's his soul mate. I know it. The way he talks of her it has to be.
Sam
BEEP! BEEP! She rolled over and slammed her hand down on the cursed alarm clock. Sitting up, she twisted it towards her, " AH! 7:30!?! I'm late!" With a groan, she pushed herself out of bed, twisting madly around trying to remember where she had put her clothes for today; most everything else was packed. " Shit Shit Shit! I'm gunna be LATE!" biting her thumbnail she took in a quick scan of her room. The sage down comforter on her ancient cherry four post bed the green checkered valances, and the white and cherry desk that her mom had stained.
"AH-HA! Found you! Rushing towards the old steamer trunk at the end of her bed, she picked up her clothes and ran for the bathroom down the hall.
"Samantha! Samantha Therese Abernath! Get down here this minute! You're going to be late!"
Uh-oh, she thought, full name, she must be mad. Stepping in front of the full-length mirror, she halted to inspect the damage.
Long, brown hair with the front ends pulled back and tied. The new burgundy blouse with the pretty jet buttons, with the midnight blue linen jumper. Black boots, and painfully childish white tights completed the outfit. "Whelp, this is as good as it's getting." She said with a sigh, just as the third and final call resonated from downstairs. "SAMANTHA!"
"Coming!" she yelled as she ran to the stair case, hopped the banister and came sliding down just as her mother reached the bottom step.
With a big grin she said, " Beat'cha." And laughed. Her mother, not being able to resist, unsuccessfully stifled a smile and tried not to look like she was amused. Too much.
"Ready for the air port Hun?" her mother countered, the smile being lost and tears threatening her eyes. She hated even letting her babies sleep over next door.
" As ready as I'll ever be." She said, giving her mom a meek smile and a hug.
" Alright then. Let's do this."
And with that, they headed for the airport.
Disclaimer: All right, you've probably heard a million of these, but you're going to hear one more. I DON'T OWN SWEEP! Didn't think of it, didn't write it, didn't help it in any other way than by reading it. This is just a fan-fic. A twisted alter-version, from a twisted alter-me.
Enjoy!
** Oh! And I'm not very good at the points of view of characters, so I try not to torture you with them.
Morgan knew it was hunter a split second before the phone rang," I'll get it!" She called out, almost to the phone by the first ring.
" Hi hunter, " She smiled and panted, a bit out of breath from the sudden sprint.
"Hello love, I have some good news for you."
" Your dad decided to come here, instead of making you go to Canada?" She blurted out sarcastically, regretting it the instant it came out.
" No, umm, I'm still going to Canada." He said, his voice growing quiet.
" I'm sorry, that was mean, what did you want to tell me?" Even though she was sad he was going, she understood his position.
" Oh, yes…my news.." he continued, again resuming his business-like air. " I wanted to tell you that my former student is coming. To visit and to help you with your natural and historical studies." He said, sounding pleased once again.
" Oh? A former student? I didn't know you thought." Once again, a layer of Hunter was stripped away as Morgan peeped into another part of his life he had kept secret. But it just managed to make her love him more.
" Yes, I did for a while actually. The council was having trouble finding her a mentor; she was so shy around most people that it hindered her magical ability. She's actually quite an adorable little thing, I can't wait to see her again."
" Wait. SHE ?!? Your student was a girl?" Morgan couldn't disguise the jealousy in her voice, nor did she want to.
With a small laugh, something he didn't do often, he said, " Morgan. Love, calm down. She just lately turned fourteen. She was but a small girl when I tutored her."
Morgan sighed, and relaxed her death grip on the phone. " So she's a young girl."
" Yes Morgan. Besides, even if she wasn't. I love you. You alone."
At that, Morgan smiled, he always knew how to melt her heart. " Ok, well, when is she coming?"
" She'll be here tomorrow, On the afternoon flight. I'll pick her up. And she's staying in Sky's room, since she's been gone and all, the room's empty, and it's only logical. And besides, it gives you two easy access to each other."
" Will she be going to school here, or is she only staying for a few weeks?" Morgan wasn't quite thrilled about the idea of her, but if Hunter was so fond of her, Morgan was sure she'd like her eventually too.
" Yes actually, she'll be enrolling in your school. She's a freshman, Mary K might like to meet her, they seem compatible. She'll be staying for 2 months, that leaves me one month before I'll be leaving for Canada, and I will have to spend a weekend over in Ireland, for her inundation. Being her teacher and all, it's customary."
One thing was still nagging at Morgan, " Hunter, why didn't her parents just teach her magic?"
Hunter paused a moment, then continued, " Her parents were from the sister community of the one Mave lived in. They fled the country, coming to America. But they figured that the dark wave was either tracking their power, or wanted it, or both. So they stripped themselves of their magic, and bound their children's until they thought they were out of danger. "
" Oh my god Hunter, that's so sad. I can't believe it. The sacrifice her parents made for them…" Morgan choked on her words and fell silent.
" I know, and the three of them, especially Sammy, they're just the most adorable things ever. I know you'll love her. "
" I know I'll love her too. But right now I have to go do trig. Homework." With a groan, and a farewell from Hunter, she returned to her work, thinking about what the next day would bring.